A collection of poetry and short stories from a time before. When leaning in smokey corners thoughts would creep and curl. When I practiced being invisible.
These stories and the poems are mine. They are the way I perceive the events. Names and places have been changed to protected the innocent and inebriated.
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As complicated as time itself, like the silent conversations with the moon and sun, lie the complexity of the screaming but silent thoughts of the stars.
"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."
-Edgar Allen Poe